Germaine — R.C. Miller

Gerrie felt Justice's mind slip as if it had been a horse stepping sideways off a loose rock in the field. She stepped into him and blocked his way as he turned toward the naked man lying unconscious on the floor. “NO! JUSTICE! DON'T!!” She reached up and grabbed up his sweatshirt tightly with both hands, planted her feet, and closed her eyes as he started to force his way past her. The only thought existing anywhere in Justice's mind was to kill the monster on the floor. …to push his pointed index finger straight through the man's ear and into his brain. “NO! JUSTICE! YOU WILL NOT!!”It wasn't a plea as much as it was a command Gerrie gave him.… but… Rita…The words were squeezed through his bent mind, barely able to escape the whirling blades of his rage and remain whole.… it … must … die.